the rain makes me think, and remember that you, for some reason or another, do not like the rain.

it was one of those days which i forget to bring my music player to school. i sat huddled in the corner of the bus on my way home, the bus stuck in a jam and the rain pouring outside. for almost forever i sat in an uncomfortable position between a pole pressing against my right and a hyperactive primary schoolboy rocking the seat. i spent about an hour drifting in and out from a restless sleep, images of you and us fleeting in and out of my mind. once in a while i looked at my fingers and the weathered faces around me and wondered why is this world such a tired place to be.

the girl in front of me was playing with a rubic cube. she doesnt really know how but her fingers looked beautiful. one moment she goes for green, and when she's done with green she goes for white. but that's not the way you should do it, and she lost the green when she gets the white. the cycle repeats with red, blue and yellow. She didnt manage to perfect it, but it didnt stop her from trying. everyone around her was looking at her mistakes, but she was okay. it is so much like me, but in my case, without the patience nor the courage.

it is so hard and i am so lost. we are like two mysteries to solve.
and... i am really bad at puzzles.